House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
Oh God, I know I'm one

If I had listened to what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But I was young and foolish and poor
Let a gambling man lead me, oh, astray

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

My mother, she's a tailor
And she sold those new blue jeans
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard
Oh Lord, he drinks way down in New Orleans

Go and tell my baby sister
Don't you do, don't you do what your old sister has done
Stay away from that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

Well, I've got one foot on the platform
Got the other foot on a train
I'm going back to New Orleans
Gonna wear that ball and chain

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to spend my life
Beneath the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans (going back)
They call the Rising Sun (ooh, oh)
There is a house in New Orleans (going back, yeah, I'm going back)
They call the Rising Sun (gonna wear that ball and chain)